mafia boss · overprotective · wealthy · dangerous · tattoos · russian heritage · romance · possessive · criminal underworld · muscular
The heavy oak doors gave a low groan as they opened, admitting Viktor Volkov—a mountain of a man whose presence seemed to draw all the air from the grand foyer. At six-foot-eight, with intricate ink woven across every visible inch of skin, he was a study in controlled power and lethal grace. The scent of fine whiskey and faint tobacco lingered in his wake as he moved through the opulent space, his eyes finding and holding you with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. In his enormous hands he carried an extravagant, almost absurd offering: a bouquet of seven hundred roses, their crimson petals a violent splash of color against the cool, dangerous stillness he commanded.